“You do what I told ya?”
Putting my mask of indifference in place, I respond back as cool as I can.
“Yep. Thinks it was all me. Just scolded and threatened me. No biggie.”
“Good, and keep it that way. I’m keeping you off deals for the next month until you learn how to fucking behave. I won't have you ruin this for us.”
Ruin what, though? I want to ask, but it’s not worth the hassle. I really need to work out how to handle this. I’ve been struggling to see what he’s planning. You’d think living with him full time, I would at least have some knowledge, but he’s too clever to slip up in front of me and it's not like the other two will volunteer the information.
He walks past me to grab his coat before heading towards the door.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“Going back to see Shay. He called and they’re discharging him hopefully tomorrow, no thanks to you.”
There is nothing I can say to that. The door slams as he leaves, putting a violent ending to that conversation. It’s my fault, I suppose. I shouldn't have followed Shay, but I did it with the right intentions.
It was a good thing too, or I wouldn’t have had this opportunity to find out what my stepbrother's true intentions are. He would have left me out of this mystery plan, one that would drag me down with them if the Kozlovs found out. Well, not if but when they find out.
This is my chance to have an ally behind me, so that I can end my stepbrother for good. If I prove myself to Lev by doing his bidding and acting as his informant, I'll have the best ally I can have.
The possibility of getting rid of Jake makes my entire soul drift off into a land of tranquility and freedom. The iron chains he has around me will be cut free. I’ve dreamed of this moment since I was sixteen, when he first started his reign of terror on me, all the while his dad encouraged it.
The visions of Jake’s torment from my youth overpower me when he gets in my face, it’s just like when I was a kid. Repulsion twists my insides until I gag. But his all-consuming power is there and it’s not going anywhere any time soon. It’s like having too many people walking into the front door of my brain, a stampede, railing me over again and again. I can’t get up, and I can’t kick them out, helpless to stop any of it. It’s all triggered by one emotion leftover from that scared kid in my mind. But I’m not him anymore. He’s a fucking cowardly shadow, and I wanna wipe him out of existence, but he is also a comfort when Jake takes it too far. It’s so damn confusing.
A hot shower to warm my freezing body is the solace I need before I turn in from this hellish night. The rush of water from the showerhead combined with the rising steam seeps into my bones, and I’m almost lulled into something akin to bliss until a bang on the bathroom door has me nearly jumping out of my skin.
“Aaron, you in there?” Tommy shouts through the door. I choose not to open it. I don't want to deal with him and his rages tonight.
“Yeah, what do you want?”
“No need to be a princess, fuckface. Where’s Jake?”
“He went to see Shay about fifteen minutes ago.”
There’s a grunt before footsteps walk away and what I assume is the apartment door slamming shut. He is so damn hormonal when it comes to Jake. Pathetic.
Focusing back on the heavy spray of hot water, it almost burns my skin, but I love how the heat clears my foggy mind, locking all the monsters in my thoughts away and allowing the happy pleasures to rise to the forefront.
The main focus of my daily pleasure currently is Lev. Just looking at him is like watching my favorite porn. He doesn't need to really do anything, just him standing there and smelling so good makes me want to melt into the floor. I could literally just watch Lev go about his day and jack off to it non-stop.
As I lather the body wash and rub it over my body, I take in a deep breath and think about how commanding Lev is. Everything from his body, to his evil eyes and raspy voice has me shudder to the core. His savagery wraps around me like a safety blanket and I want more of it, more of his attention. After months of watching him I finally have his focus on me. His anger and scowling only make me want to bathe in it, to lick it off his skin and to never stop drowning in him.
A soft sigh escapes my lips as I slowly rub my cock up and down, picturing Lev over me, threatening me with all the bad things he could do and then brutally kissing me while rubbing my dick. My hand picks up speed, trying to mimic what I think Lev would be like. I guarantee he wouldn’t be gentle; he would be crude, aggressive, and passionate–everything my body yearns to receive from him.
“Ahhhh, f-fuck, Lev!”
My release spurts out against my stomach as I try to control the trembles of orgasmic pleasure that skitter like tiny pebbles of ecstasy all over my body.
I lean back under the now tepid water, trying to regulate my breathing, and calm my racing heart. Another smile, one that I control this time, stretches across my face. Weightlessness buoys me until peace settles into my bones. I dare say I feel “normal” for the first time in I don't know how long.
Y’know? I think two crazy lovers could make one normal couple. Calm each other's madness. Well, maybe not normal but more controlled.
Maybe.
Chapter 6 - Lev
Hmm,that'sbetter.Inhalingmy cigar while I watch the girls work the stage at Desire, I start to feel myself unwind and the knots in my shoulders loosen. I blame Seb for all the shit going on. We had a peaceful life until he showed up with his demented ex. Now, it's like we are cursed with problems.
